I like to blame it on the fact that I've cut back enough on my daily prednisone dosage that the moodiness I was warned about is kicking in. Maybe it's time to see a psychiatrist and get myself back on some meds to counteract the withdrawal effects? Although with the amount of pills I'm already popping on a daily basis I'm hesitant to request another medication that will somehow need to be worked into my carefully scheduled daily routine of popping pills and eating around the requirements of each medication (this one with food, this one two hours after eating and one hour before and so on).

Maybe it's the weather. It's August and Los Angeles has yet to warm up this summer. Oh sure, there have been a few hot days here and there but they have been scattered and between them are these gloomy and even rainy (yes RAIN in the middle of summer in Los Angeles) days. First the torrential downpour during the winter and now this. What happened to all that global warming I was promised? It's just like all the cheap oil that never materialized. Liberals, always getting our hopes up. Kidding, kidding.

Anyway, Paul and I are probably going to go to the Los Angeles Tofu Festival this afernoon so hopefully it won't rain! I'm going to try and shake this thing off on my own.